#tired-and-strained

[babysitter-problems]

🐤 (I'm curious :3) ----- @tired-and-strained

@tired-and-strained

[ask-feralfamily]

Another painting of another blog! This ones really important to me!

This is @tired-and-strained! They're an amazing Quentin blog and they're super talented & nice!

They're also one of the reasons I decided to start my own dbd blog & they were really kind and helpful when it came to advice and help with certain things!

You really should give them a follow if you haven't!

[survivor-stella]

Stella (tries) to teach Quentin how to swing dance!

@tired-and-strained

[lamprey-rave]

He opened his eyes to an unfamiliar sight. 

The sky had a purple hue and heavy, dark clouds rolled overhead. Powerlines sparked and concrete dividers were everywhere. 

Oliver raised a hand to his face, feeling the smooth, cheap plastic that made up the mask that he'd worn when he and the others had...had killed that man. His fingers tightened around the knife in his left hand, the leather grip was warm and seemed to fit his hand perfectly.

He startled at a noise to his right and his head swiveled to look, it was then that he noticed a fog around the edges of his vision that, now that he knew it was there, he knew was going to drive him insane.

He took a step towards the sound, head cocking to the side when deep red scratches came into his line of sight. 

'Follow them' 

It was as much a voice as an instinct. It wasn't something he could ignore. 

He followed the trail at a jog, an explosion not far from where he was grabbing his attention. He glanced down at the marks and found them fading. "Weird," he murmured, twirling the knife and almost dropping it when another explosion reached his ears.

He cast one last look at the marks on the ground before heading in the direction of the explosions only to be met with a gently chugging generator and more scratch marks. 

The redhead planted his hands on his hips as he looked at the piece of machinery chugging happily away. He didn't understand anything that was happening. 

'Kick it'

He did and watched sparks fly, a feeling of satisfaction crawling over him. Oliver shivered and rubbed his arms. He didn't like this.

It kept happening too, more whispered advice in his ears when he came across something new. A pallet that broke easily under his foot, low windows to vault, and then he saw someone, a girl.

They shared a look before she bolted. He didn't have to be told to chase, he just did. He ran after her, blood rushing in his ears, a giddy feeling washing over him as his arm slashed down, bringing the knife with it. He felt a sick sense of joy when she cried out, satisfaction at having had hit flesh. 

It didn't last long before he was overwhelmed and tripped over his own feet, crashing into a generator that was chugging away and churned to life with him laying partially on top. 

He met the tired eyes of the young man slowly pulling his hands away from the innards of the machine. 

"Oh," he breathed, bright blue eyes flitting over the man's face from where he lay on top of the generator. "You're kinda cute!"

And he was, even if he looked like someone who had only heard of sleep in passing, but had never tried it themselves. He was cute.

@tired-and-strained

[ask-trans-saboteur]

That moment when you draw two blogs muses that you love(and the people are following you some reason) I would draw more but I got tired lol. But you should check them out!

@one-eyed-leader @tired-and-strained :)

[lamprey-rave]

“I didn’t expect to see you here…”

------- @tired-and-strained :3c

Oliver glanced up from the floor, bright blue eyes finding Quentin's. A grin broke out across his face.

"Julie and Susie dragged me here!" He bounded up to Quentin, a bounce in his step. Though his new outfit did come with a nice pair of dress shoes, Oliver had cast them aside in favor of his usual converse. More comfortable by far and it helped ease some of that anxiety that formed when surrounded by so many people at one time.

"I didn't expect to see you here, either! I'm actually more surprised that everyone's actually behaving. I've only seen one stabbing, but since it was Danny getting stabbed it's fine." Oliver looked over the other man, nodding his approval at his outfit. Red really did suit him, no pun intended.